I thought of this title a few days before I remembered why it had been a year of water, usually cold water, sometimes extremely cold water. The water had been a medicine. Against inertia, against sinking, swimming to avoid sinking, keeping afloat in cold water to avoid drowning, controlled immersion to avoid uncontrolled depth diving suffocation and a cold watery demise.

The story of this album starts three or maybe even four years ago. My children and I had made a plan to part company for a few hours each day, for them to encounter the “real” world of school and friends for the first time in their lives, some ten, some thirteen, some only eight years of life, and for me to encounter my own “real” world of immersion in this guitar cosmos. We were all ready for this change. Excited.

Just as it all seemed ready, as everything was pulled together and everyone ready to go forward we were stopped at the border. Assailed by forces we had not expected, and January found us tied again to our own kitchen table, ordered by the courts to continue our education around one table with breakfast on the go. The same courts that … — Read more »